Saturday, 06 October 2001 | Bracelet

Last night on my way to the Stingray, making my way through the post-Rocky Horror Picture Show crowd that dotted the sidewalk, a guy stopped me to ask "Purple or blue?" "What?" I asked. "Purple or blue?" he repeated. "Uh...blue," I answered, and he handed me a blue rubber bracelet, one that is still hanging from my wrist. I've been eyeing it all day, putting my thumb under it and stretching, holding it under the light to see it sparkle. I wonder how many people got bracelets from that guy last night. Nicer than New Orleans' beads, because the jewelry comes for free.

So I saw art and a million people, all in different social groups gathering here or there, but always migrating. I wonder how many of those people moved out of those groups and into others last night, like I did. Tonight the move between groups will be more distinct.